Ron winces as he turns the key. In the early morning stillness, the lock tumblers falling into place might as well be a herd of elephants taking up station. The door swings open of its own accord with a tinny ScrEEE! that makes him flinch again. Gingerly, he steps inside and carefully shuts the door behind him. Its opportunity to get him in trouble seemingly lost, the door sullenly swings closed with nary a sound.
The apartment is quiet. Kim’s jacket is hung on the hall coat tree; her shapeless green windbreaker looks like a partially melted gummy bear. Her shoes are neatly paired to the side. Ron slips his sneakers off and slowly unbuttons his jacket. The Gore-Tex hisses menacingly as he takes it off, making him cringe and clench his teeth. Ron hangs there a moment, listening for the clarion call of his girlfriend; when none is forthcoming, he hangs up his jacket and slowly steals his way towards the stairs and the bedroom beyond.